My High (Edit)

[Intro: Aminé] Da-dum bum, ba-num Yeah Uh-huh, yeah (Yes sir, hey, yes sir) Yeah Look [Pre-Chorus: Aminé] You was there standing all night Your heartbeat matching with the lights Your boyfriend got you super tight You want a baller so you bother me in spite [Chorus: Aminé] Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high (Please don't, please) Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high (Please don't, please) Please don't fuck up my high, my— [Verse 1: Aminé] Every day, Aminé gon' ball So you know I make the hoes say, "Hey" Fuckin' niggas up until the beat get played (Oh) Shawty wanna fuck until she get saved (Ah) Club promoters wanna act like they know me (Uh) Club promoters wanna be my homies (Uh) Bad news, nigga, you ain't really the homie (No) Bad news, nigga, you ain't really the homie (Woo) Bitch, I'll leave you by your lonely (Yeah) L-I-E and then you're back on your lonely (Yeah) Fuck with me and now you always horny (Yeah) Fuck with him and now you want more money (Ooh) Corny niggas get no love Corny bitches get no love Thinks I'm wrong, maybe it's them drugs Sike, it's you and we singing to the club, like [Pre-Chorus: Aminé] You was there standing all night (Oh, true) Your heartbeat matching with the lights (True blue) Your boyfriend got you super tight (Oh, you tight) You want a baller so you bother me in spite (Let's go) [Chorus: Aminé] Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high Please don't fuck up my high, my— [Break: Aminé] Ah, don't fuck up my high Please don't fuck up my high Please don't fuck up my high You do it like, the minimum, the minimum The minimum, the minimum The minimum, the minimum [Verse 2: slowthai] Are you mad? Must be out of your mind (Woo) You look so sad, have a spliff, get high (Ah) She bad, yeah, she racking up ten lines Come and take a walk on the wild side And I bet nobody fucking up my vibe Ain't nobody take the bump out my stride And the man don't dance, got too much pride When we raise our glass, he go glass in the eye Eye for an eye make the whole world blind Don't fuck up my high High as Hell with your YSL Drip's on, looking like a Mademoiselle See you pretty in pink, can I tickle you pink? Like, can I have a look at your caramel? Tell your boyfriend, "Gonna be home late" Spend your money like a tax rebate [Pre-Chorus: Aminé] You was there standing all night (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Your heartbeat matching with the lights (Oh) Your boyfriend got you super tight (Uh-huh) You want a baller so you bother me in spite [Chorus: Aminé] Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high Please don't fuck up my high, my high, my high Please don't fuck up my high, my what? My high Please don't fuck up my high, my— [Outro: Aminé] Ah, don't fuck it up (Haha) I got energy, energy Energy, energy, bitch I got energy, energy